Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.

Love your life, poor as it is.

If you see a man approaching you with the obvious intent of doing you good, you should run for your life.

The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement.

A man thinks as well through his legs and arms as this brain.

That government is best which governs least.

Art may varnish and gild, but it can do no more.